All the wicked people, in the land of the evil...

All the pretty people come to help themselves in the land of the evil
Love won't cure the emptiness inside, you have to fight till you’re in the dirt

All the pretty people come to help themselves
In the land of the evil with all their wicked plans
So put the paint up on the easel, show them what you are
They don't care if you are evil as long as you're a star
So put the pain of all the emotions you had kept away
Why cover up all of the drugs that you say you love to take
Now feel the pain of all the people that have grown to hate you
From now on until the very last word that you say

All the wicked people, in the land of the evil...